Gu Qingfeng sat upon the dragon throne, looking down at the assembled ministers, feeling an indescribable surge of satisfaction.
What is life?
This is what life should be!
Though, damn, this dragon throne is hard as hell—not comfortable at all.
The Golden Hall had fallen into complete silence, the ministers unsure of what to say in such a situation.
As for the emperor? He dared not speak, afraid that if he opened his mouth, his true thoughts might slip out.
Seeing no one speak, Gu Qingfeng said, "Don’t just stand there. This is the morning court. If there are any matters of state, speak up now."
The officials exchanged glances, none daring to voice a word.
The awkwardness deepened.
Then, an old eunuch standing beside the emperor quickly stepped forward to mediate. "If there are matters to report, speak. If not, court is dismissed."
Taking the cue, the ministers promptly replied, "Your Majesty, we have nothing to report."
Following protocol, court should have ended there.
But how could Gu Qingfeng possibly agree? He’d barely warmed the dragon throne—was it already time to leave?
Fine. If they wouldn’t speak, he would.
"Wait."
Gu Qingfeng halted them.
The ministers’ hearts sank, wondering what scheme the Prince of Equal Honor was about to unleash.
"Since none of you have anything to say, I’ll speak. As it happens, I do have a matter I’d like to discuss in court."
He then turned to the emperor. "Brother Emperor, what do you think?"
The emperor forced a smile. "Speak freely, dear brother. Speak freely."
Gu Qingfeng nodded. "Well... though I hold the title of Prince of Equal Honor, I cannot bear to idle in comfort. With great power comes great responsibility, as they say. So, I’ve decided to take on an official position—to share your burdens, Brother Emperor."
The ministers inwardly groaned. The prince wasn’t content with his honorary title—he wanted real power. But every key position in the court was already filled. If he took one, someone would inevitably be pushed aside.
No one wanted to be that someone.
The emperor, of course, was even more reluctant. A mere honorary title had already made Gu Qingfeng this unruly—what would happen if he gained actual authority?
Still, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What position did you have in mind, dear brother?"
"Brother, I’m not one to lust for power. I simply wish to serve the court—and you. As they say, every man to his trade. My background is in the Demon Suppression Bureau. Let’s be honest—when it comes to dealing with demons, no one in this world is more capable than I am. So, I’ve decided to humbly accept the position of... Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau."
Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau?!
At that moment, all eyes turned to the refined middle-aged man standing just a step behind Situ Kong at the front of the court.
Unlike the other officials, he wore a black Mysterious Fish Robe embroidered with gold and intricate patterns.
This was Lin Mubai, head of the Great Yan Dynasty’s Demon Suppression Bureau—its highest authority, an eighth-level Dragon Transformation martial artist!
Lin Mubai’s expression darkened, clearly displeased by Gu Qingfeng’s words.
"Brother Emperor, what do you think?" Gu Qingfeng pressed.
The emperor hesitated. The Demon Suppression Bureau was a department of immense real power, unrivaled in influence.
Fighting demons required formidable martial artists, and the bureau commanded countless such warriors—a force not to be trifled with.
Just as the emperor struggled for an answer, Lin Mubai stepped forward.
"Prince Gu, forgive my bluntness, but demons are vicious and cruel. The Demon Suppression Bureau deals exclusively with such threats. Your Highness is a man of noble stature—it would be unwise to risk yourself. I urge you to reconsider."
"And you are?"
"Your subordinate, Lin Mubai, Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau."
"Ah." Gu Qingfeng nodded. "Precisely because demons are vicious and cruel, I must take this position. How can one catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger’s den? As Prince of Equal Honor, I must set an example for the people."
"Your Highness, you—"
"Enough, Commander Lin. The matter is settled. Brother Emperor, your thoughts?"
"I..." The emperor wanted to refuse but feared Gu Qingfeng might stop supplying him with elixirs. He was torn.
Then, Grand Tutor Situ Kong stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, Prince Gu’s passion for serving the nation and its people is commendable. However, Commander Lin has decades of experience and is equally skilled in combating demons. Why not appoint Prince Gu as a second Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau? Let the two work together—one a divine disciple, the other a seasoned expert. Their combined efforts will surely purge the Great Yan Dynasty of all evil spirits."
The emperor pondered briefly and saw this as the perfect solution. It wouldn’t offend Gu Qingfeng, and with Lin Mubai balancing him, seizing full control would be difficult.
After all, Lin Mubai had been commander for decades—everyone in the bureau was loyal to him.
"The Grand Tutor speaks wisely. So be it. Attendants, prepare an edict—the Demon Suppression Bureau shall now have two commanders."
The emperor swiftly began drafting the decree, not even waiting for Gu Qingfeng’s approval, clearly eager to settle the matter before further complications arose.
As for Gu Qingfeng?
He was perfectly satisfied. His goal wasn’t power—it was the Demon Suppression Prison.
The prison at the bureau’s headquarters undoubtedly held the most diverse, numerous, and powerful demons in the world.
What a treasure trove! Missing out on such a place would be a lifelong regret.
Having two commanders was even better—Lin Mubai could handle the tedious administrative work while he focused on the prison. Perfect!
Especially now that he’d broken through to the Internal Qi Realm and could cultivate using demons. Where else could he find a better training ground than the Demon Suppression Prison?
So he didn’t interfere with the emperor’s decree. His objective was already achieved.
After the edict was read and a lengthy series of formalities concluded, the morning court finally adjourned.
Gu Qingfeng patted the dragon throne and left, taking with him a retinue of palace maids and servants straight to his new estate in the capital—a gift from the emperor.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
